DYINGIf-Sherlock-was-a-movie trailers: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=viyq9y4hJkI http://www.youtube.com/watch?featurelayer_embedded&v=XNSz3-kuZrY OH MY GOSH YOU GUYS THESE ARE AMAZING I CAN'T HOW DO THEY DO THEM???
Edit:Now that I'm off my Marshmallow-Peep high, let me explain what I meant: These videos are awesome. And I would like to share them with you. You're welcome. xD
Sherlock: That is Illogical.."Morning," John Watson said. He typed a few keys into his laptop then looked up. There was a banging in the kitchen, then the slam of a mug on a table. "I said, MORNING!" John repeated.Sherlock: That is Illogical..4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Well good morning to you as well, John." An irritable Sherlock emerged into the light, a steaming cup of tea gripped in his pale fingers. He sat in the velvety armchair beside his partner.
"You won't be able to guess what I've found just now." John's voice was somewhat grim. Sherlock took a sip from his tea, and John noticed that he had that distant look; the one when he was thinking.
"And what's that?" Sherlock leaned back in the armchair. John noted scents of earl grey.
"Comments.. on the blog. For instance, 'I think my ovaries just exploded'."
Sherlock coughed on his tea a bit, then looked at John questioningly. "What did you post?" Before John could answer, Sherlock set the mug down and lunged for the laptop. Sherlock's eyes scanned the digital text, looking more and more bemused.
His own body.I push desperately through the wall of people that is stopping me from reaching Sherlock.His own body.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Words spill out from my mouth and attempt to sway the owners of the hands holding me back.
Doctor. Friend. I am so much more than that.
I spot a gap in the chain of hospital workers and lower myself to the ground. I grab Sherlock's wrist, searching for the evidence I so desperately need.
I know any minute now he'll leap up, wipe that blood off his face and ask how it was. The Fall. 'Did it look real?', he'd ask. And I'll jump up and hug him and tell him I need him and would be lost without him.
Any. Moment. Now.
But his pulse is missing. That doesn't matter. It's all part of his plan. Of course it is. It's all for show.
Except unintelligent hospital workers spring forward and tug his body onto a stretcher.
Don't they know? This is just one of Sherlock's experi-
One of the workers gives a short shake of his head, then looks at me.
I've seen that look.
Seen it on the battlefield. Seen it on stranger
Kiss Mycroft, He's Wasted"Sherlock, we need to get your brother drunk."Kiss Mycroft, He's Wasted4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Sherlock and John looked up from the Cluedo board, recently removed from the far wall, to see a frazzled, frowning Greg Lestrade standing in the doorway of 221B.
"What?" John looked flabbergasted and amused, grinning when his eyes met Sherlock's.
Greg flopped down onto the couch with a sigh. "He showed up at the Yard again and started telling me how to improve my surveillance for the Braxton case. In front of the Detective Superintendent, who then asked me why I had brought my boyfriend to work. Donovan and Anderson had a field day, everyone was laughing at me "
"Surely you're above caring what people think?" Sherlock was focused on the Cluedo board, only a small grin betraying his glee.
"Well, yeah, but I don't tell him how to do his job, whatever it is. He needs to just get off my back and- I swear, I haven't seen him do anything fun-"
"Mycroft, having fun? While you're clearly dazzled by whatever
Word Prompt, NamesWordsWord Prompt, Names4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
AN; So I've given up on numbering these things since basically they are just prompts and they are getting longer and longer, like little ficlets but they are fun so I hope you enjoy them too
Next, Deduction. Also, I have written 90 % of the next chapter of Equation, for those that care but its on another computer 3,000 miles away right now LOL, I'll have it posted probably by Sunday.
Sherlock BBC belongs to Moffat and Gatiss, I am only humbled by their genius. No money made.
An unusual name for an extremely unusual man.
People's reaction to the name was varied. Incredulous, sceptical, 'Really? Sherl-ock?'
Many, many times it was said with hostility and scorn.
John Watson pronounced Sherlock's name like no one else he knew.
He finished it with a funny little *click* at the end.
It was like a door opening, a key turning, a puzzle being unlocked.
Sherlock loved it.
And there was more.
FallingHe's fallen for JohnFalling4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In every sense of the word
Fallen from the rooftop
Fallen from grace
Fallen in love
Love was first
Who can say when it started
The first meeting?
John is dazzling
Moreso because he doesn't realize it
John is the first one to see that he's human
John is the first to care
And Sherlock can't help
Falling in love
Grace came next
He always considered himself
John shatters that illusion
John is his weakness
Sherlock lets John change him
And falls from his imagined pedestal
Finally, the rooftop
The most literal interpretation
He stands at the edge
Drops the phone carelessly behind him
The conversation ringing in his ears
John stands down there
On the street
Begging in vain for an explanation
Sherlock sees only a blurred outline
And he's unsure if it's distance
That obscures his vision so
This is it
He doesn't want to do this
But he will
There's never been a choice
He takes a breath
The Man who WaitedThe Man who Waited4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You you told me once that you weren't a hero. Umm There were times when I didn't even think you were human, but let me tell you this. You were the best man, the most human ... human being that I've ever known and no one will ever convince me that you told me a lie, and so ... there. I was so alone ... and I owe you so much. But please, there's just one more thing, one more thing, one more miracle, Sherlock, for me, don't be ... dead. Would you do that just for me? Just stop it. Stop this »
The sun was shining above the quiet London, as if time had stopped. Sherlock watched John leave the cemetery, head held high, as usual. Yet despite the distance, he believed distinguish a tear sliding down his cheek. The detective continued to follow him with the eye, his heart tighten to John's grief and distress. He was alive, and John was suffering believing him dead. But to protect it, it was worth it.
Several yards away, John was leaving the place that brou